"...don't get cocky."
Right.
Alton leapt to his feet, the map dissolving as he sprinted through it up the hill. "Alright chumps, let's do this." As he cleared the ridge, a dozen Boarbatusks came into view. Diadem's utility pack began to hum as Alton prepped its automatic feed system. "ALTOOOOOOOON" bullet casings began to sprout from the gauntlets, plumes of flame shooting forward "ASTERAAASSSSS."
Alton was at full sprint, peppering the armored Grimm with lead; admittedly ineffective in dealing damage, but definitely an attention-grabber. The pack was spread out through the clearing, so Alton was surrounded by the time he made it to the center, pausing only to look over his shoulder while continuing his dash to the rock wall ahead.